I'm beginning to think this blog should be renamed, "Wood Boys' Sicknesses and Injuries." Between the two, we've certainly had our fill. Today, Cooper was sick pretty much from the minute his feet hit the floor. In fact, he vomited all over my calendar, the computer keyboard (yes, the same one I'm typing on right now), and his floor. Within my first hour awake, I had cleaned up four rounds of vomit and changed a dirty diaper. The whole time I kept thinking about our MOPS speaker this week that recommended that we smile at our husband and kids first thing in the morning. Was this morning some sort of test?
The rest of the morning was a little nutty, between illness and a major confrontation with one of the boys over the merit of thank you notes. (Can you guess which boy?).
By noon, Chris had to leave for work. He practically raced out the door, relieved to be heading towards the "peace and quiet" of the ER.
A few hours later, a peaceful haze seemed to fall upon the house (finally). Chris called and asked about my afternoon. He commented on the crazy morning and joked about how the boys are prematurely aging us. Then he said he hoped one day they appreciated all I did for them. I don't know about the future, but I'm grateful someone appreciated me today.
Thank you Chris, your words warmed my heart, and brought tears to my eyes!